Her twat were all red and moist where she been wanking like so me shaft could slide right in. Anal sex “Of course,” I agreed as I slid him in for a couple of minutes of bliss. Well I hadn’t and that’s a fact. I were working in office at pit head that morning, sun were shining gold on smoke from boiler house, birds was coughing, it hadn’t rained for two days solid, and that’s officially a drought in Yorkshire. “Bloody hell thee hasn’t,” Geraldine laughed. Birds was coughing, Pit head wheels was whizzing round like silver orbs as blokes plummeted down mine shafts in cages into stygian depths below. “Bloody hell our Allen, tha’s a bloody genius,” she cried, “Nice brass cylinder covered wi wax, piston like steam engine, valve like safety valve, nice mahogany knob for operating rod, I reckon we coud make em for two bob and sell em for a guinea!”
“By heck, thee’s Blagthorpe’s daughter all reet,” I sighed, “Banging on about makin’ brass before I even finished fucking thee.”
“What about you? We was in love.
